Happy Belated Birthday, -t!
Happy Birthday, Kristin and Maria!
OY. Manymany emails to wade through. I love returning to work.
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Happy Belated Birthday, -t!
Happy Birthday, Kristin and Maria!
OY. Manymany emails to wade through. I love returning to work.
Jess, call your OB. I don't think mine let me take anything other than Tylenol and regular Robitussin (the one with just Guafenesin --sp?), and saline nasal spray, etc.
I'm sickety sick sick sick. I went on antibiotics Friday, and they've helped my lungs, but my ears filled up Saturday morning, and have stayed that way. I'm going back to the doctor at 1:00pm. I'm so discouraged. I've spent most of the weekend feeling sorry for myself and crying, then getting tired of myself crying and crying some more.
The good news is -- Ben went back to school. The fever mellowed on Thursday, petered on Friday, and was gone Saturday and yesterday. That does me more good than getting better myself would.
{{Cindy}} Lots of health~ma headed your way. I hope you are able to get some rest.
Plus it makes getting better easier. {{Cindy}}
Happy Birthday Maria and Kristin!!!
Happy Belated Birthday, -t!!!
Oh, Cindy! {{{Cindy}}} Your house has had its share of sickness for the month, dammit.
Happy belated birthday, -t!!
Happy belated birthday, Polter-Cow's first unrequited love!
{{{Cindy}}} Feel better soon.
Belated Happy Birthday, -t!
Health~ma, Cindy.
I'm in the midst of packing, but Laura, I'm sorry I don't think we will be able to hook up. I had thought maybe but I wasn't sure where you lived. Anyway, Ellie and I are leaving for the Ft. Lauderdale airport in a bit. Our flight leaves at 4:00. In case you live right next door or something, my cell is 919-721-4251.
Holy CRAP.
On top of everything else...our close is going forward tomorrow after all. I'm BUYING A FUCKING APARTMENT TOMORROW MORNING. Also, hyperventilating a little because all the prep work we'd planned to do over the weekend (but didn't because we thought the close was being pushed back a few weeks), we now have to do TONIGHT.
Fucking hell. Life's never boring, is it?